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Sehkmet let out a low growl, she took a removal wipe and cleaned her face so it wouldn't be smudged anymore when she attacked Annabeth. Then started stalking.
Annabeth flew for the nearest expensive dress store.
"Do you have any left dipped in chocolate?" She demanded the store manager.

(Somebody be the store manager.)
 
"Das cold, Chickn." Crooked River said "I just want to be with the love of my life again" he wailed "Is that SO MUCH TO ASK?" He began to sob
"But you're mortal again!" She pouted.
(I will)
"Yes, we've got some over in the 'chocolate dipped' section" the store manager said
Annabeth looked at it. "They're all horrible! Give me something attractive, flashy, the most impressive, that will make me the bell of the belle of the ball. That Sekmet can't win!"
 
"But you're mortal again!" She pouted.

Annabeth looked at it. "They're all horrible! Give me something attractive, flashy, the most impressive, that will make me the bell of the belle of the ball. That Sekmet can't win!"
Sehkmet decided she didn't want to attack Annabeth, she just needed to win.
Her dress was so fab, though, there was a pretty good chance.
 
"Yeah," chickn said. "Let's get as far from the dance as possible. Unless we come disguised," she said with a wink. She handed Frosty a doppelganger of his costume. "Now we won't be eaten."
"I don't need a disguise!" Frosty chirped indignantly. He held up a scaled leg. "See?"
"That wont be too hard as I am already dead." Crooked River said
"Pringles!" chickn cried. She pulled out a tube. "I stocked up as the last stores were closing!" She threw it at Frosty on Plenteater's head.
Frosty narrowed his eyes at the pringles. "Wait a second... those are dill pickle pringles!" He shoved the disgusting things away from him.
He went off into the volcano and found lots of containers of pringles. He grabbed 2 armfuls then came back. "Here." He said, dumping them in front of Frosty.
Chickn's attempt to impress Frosty failed. With pure anger, she burned up all of Crooked River's Pringle containers.
"Das cold, Chickn." Crooked River said "I just want to be with the love of my life again" he wailed "Is that SO MUCH TO ASK?" He began to sob
Frosty sighed. "There is one more reserve of pringles." He spoke slowly, carefully. "But they are in a place no dead can enter! Only someone who is living can get your pringles. And I'm not qualified."
 
The store manager took a beautiful dress decorated with lapis lazuli sapphires and rubies a dipped it in a tub of chocolate. "There. The finest dress we have miss."
"Yes!" Annabeth screamed, and threw a gazillion bucks at him. She flew away, after buying stiletto heels.
"I don't need a disguise!" Frosty chirped indignantly. He held up a scaled leg. "See?"


Frosty narrowed his eyes at the pringles. "Wait a second... those are dill pickle pringles!" He shoved the disgusting things away from him.



Frosty sighed. "There is one more reserve of pringles." He spoke slowly, carefully. "But they are in a place no dead can enter! Only someone who is living can get your pringles. And I'm not qualified."
"Can I go?" chickn asked. This quest for survival wasn't easy, then again, neither was any given day of her life.
 
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"Yes!" Annabeth screamed, and threw a gazillion bucks at him. She flew away, after buying stiletto heels.

"Can I go?" chickn asked. This quest for survival wasn't easy, then again, neither was any given day of her life.
Frosty stared at her. "You're gonna risk your life for a dead guy?" He clucked in admiration. Maybe if she had the courage to do something like that, he could too.
 
(Hey gays is there a convienient spot I could slip Hilts in or should I just start him somewhere)

Name: Hilts
Age: Idk adolt
Gender: Male
Personality: A hot-shot jock who has more energy than he knows what to do with and loves to get on people's nerves
Description/Dinosaur: velociraptor, kinda Sandy colored scales with brown patterning along his back
Lol, they basically are history, but still: He's in fear for his life from the long arm of the law
Mate/Crush: Ain't nobody got time fo DAT
Family: He has a mama at one point but hasn't seen her in years
Other: Click dis
Username: PeepersMama
 

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